Eurisko!
God bless you!
Not really. No. Ok, I do mean that thing about God blessing you. Why wouldn't I? I'm a good Rob, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to my Reader. I mean lets face it, if reading my blog would bring God's blessing, think about my readership then!
Yeah, sorry, unrelated. Still I do wish you his blessings.
No the no was for the Eurisko. It isn't a sneeze; it's Greek. They don't sneeze, they just sit on the beach and look pretty. Well, no they don’t just look pretty on the beach, do they? They seem to make it an art form where ever they sit, stand, or bask. Let's face it: The Greeks are pretty people.
How come it isn't that easy for us Northern European shlubs? Is it because I can use the word "shlub" to describe us?
From here out, any culture that can be described as "shlubs," their men will wear skirts and have knobby knees and hairy butts, and publicly display both.
God bless you, cuz heredity has been cruel.
You can't say that about the Greeks. They even have a cool language. What do they call it? Oh yeah, Greek. How quaint.
It's the Greek that give us words like Eurisko. What does Eurisko mean?
Nope, not a Eurilla Wafer manufacturer.
Well?
I'm waiting.
You suck at this guessing game thing.
Fine. It means "I discover." See, and now Rob's made a discovery for you! Aren't you lucky to have a caring Rob in your corner? That's right. I Rob have discovered the meaning of Eurisko. Now don't you feel fulfilled?
You should. Without Eurisko, people like Edison would never have shouted anything when they made a discovery.
Eureka!
"Ah-Ha!" Hadn't been invented yet, early inventers needed something to proclaim their discovery. Franklin tried "Holy Crap!" when 10,000 volts raced down a kite string at his twitching fingers, but that never caught on. Inventors didn't like their discovery and "Crap" together in the same sentence. Well except the toilet guy, but that's another story.
Eureka!
That's right without Eureka they'd have just held up their finger like a dumbstruck mime. Nobody would have taken Edison seriously then: everybody hates mimes.
So what's this got to do with anything? I know you're hoping I've discovered a way to teleport you to Greece where ten tan toga boys with palm fronds can cool you down and feed you grapes.
Yeah, that would be quite the Eureka.
No, I havent.
I haven't discovered a way to drain blood from a stone so that all deadbeat daddies suddenly cough up their due either; nor have I uncovered the means to deposit all ungrateful exes into one great landfill.
Nope, my discovery is only remotely divorce related: I discovered I was happy, and I thought you should know.
Eureka!
1 comment:
Happy is good. I see you have an official "follower". That is good, too. How does one become a follower of Rob? I have clicked on the link and the link does not go into "follow me" mode. Oh, well. I am not among the young and available so it is probably just as well. Good to see you blogging away, Rob. I think you should turn this whole thing into a book. Do book signings and be famous. I shall come and have you sign something. Your friend, Nat
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